Poem - Hot, Summer Days

A poem to take our minds off these cold, winter days...

These things she remembers clearly:
the taste of sweat beads
on a tall, cold glass of
iced tea while sitting under
the looming shade of the old willow;
the attar of fragrant dogwoods
mixing with the scent of her own sweat,
earthy, langorous and sweet;
not caring about anything,
but the conversation going on
between the magpie and the crickets
and whether there would be rain
to moisten the soil;
cooling breezes that tangled her hair,
and molded her dress
to her sweat-moist body;
and the way he smiled at her
as he told her that there
was nothing sweeter
than seeing, smelling, tasting her
on a hot, summer day.